Retirement comes, bringing destinations indeterminate.
New fields
New hills
New roads,
Leading I know not where.
But go I must.

Strange new sensations lurk in my heart.
Change is upon me!
This fiery feeling, a relentless flame,
To move on
To discover anew
To touch the worlds
I’ve never known.
Is it even too late?

In my gut there is a deep emptiness,
Not for nourishment,
But for the life I so loved and cherished.
There is a heavy wave of
Loneliness
Bewilderment
Sweeping over me, consuming me.
Where now is my sense of purpose?

For some reason, we can not get alignment right on this site.  See Pdf for correct presentation: RETIREMENT COMES – Bintliff

Shay Bintliff — 2007